Preening feathers

Feathers, tons of them. Tons of feathers and they were all the fuck of the place. All of them different shades from black, to brown, to white. Sam stood among the mass of them in utter amazement. He has had his fair share of demon , and if the occasion called for it he could handle a burglar. But never before had he seen the aftermath of a home invasion such as this, demon or burglar otherwise. He wasn't truly upset about the feathery mess, but more curious as to what kind of person (or creature) would come into another person's home and touch nothing, but manage to mutilate all the pillows without actually empting them.

That's when he heard a knock at the door, dean is home. If he saw this mess, he'd through the biggest shit fit Sam has seen in years. He frantically tried to scope them all up in his arms, but dropped them pitifully hearing the door click open.

"Sammy, I'm ho- what the hell!"

"Dean calm down."

"Calm down, CALM DOWN! Are you not aware there are a shit ton of- of, what exactly are those." Sam reached over to the light, and light gave them a better view of the mess. They were not just your normal pigeon feathers, no, these were big. Dean quickly put down the beer and snacks he was out buying and took a feather and held it up to his arm. They were baffled that it took up nearly all of Dean's arm space.

Both brothers tried to follow the strewn about feathers. I was hard to find the source, seeing as the feathers had many pathways. Soon they found a very familiar trench coat, discarded from its owner. They both looked at each other with blanks stares, coming to terms with who the house desecrater. Now they hurried, chucking things out of the way.

Along the way they also found a button up shirt, then a tie. By then they were far from their own apartment and in the lobby of the hotel. They had lost the trail as soon as they found a janitor cleaning up the remains of the trail, by the looks of It not very happy about having to clean up the mess. Sam rushed to him while dean scooped out the area trying not to look nervous.

"Hey you, uh… janitor."

"The names max if you don't mind lad." Sam ignored the attitude.

"Uh, hi can you tell me if you have seen anything, uh… weird around here?"

"You sure do say Uh a lot sunny, and nothing really out of ordinary except these blasted feathers. I have already called animal control, assumin them birdies who made this mess are still here. So don't you worry about it."

"Did you see these birds?"

"Nope, I can't say that I have. One second ima just mindin my own business, turned to clean them there pictures, turn around and them blasted feather were floatin around then whole damned lobby."

"Well do you Know where the feathers were leading?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions, them your birds?"

"Yeah you could say that, and if you tell me where they are I can keep him from messing up this lobby again."

"Well why didn't you say so. Them feather lead down that hall right thar."

"Thank you so much I cant th-"

"Hey city boy, you better stop yer yappin and grab them birdies before dat animal control get here."

"Oh, um, ok…" Sam awkwardly walked away still hearing the janitor mumble to himself.